#hawke family

[stealingpotatoes]

see it's probably for the best that one twin dies in the prologue, else the end of act one could've been reaaaaally awkward

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[whoisnotmyname]

if you play da2 backwards you get your family back

[haverdoodles]

happy father's day, malcolm hawke

— (malcolm, little hawke, bethany & carver)

ft. an older piece of him and little hawke

[hummmingbirb]

is there a universe where the three of us are together?

[gorkie-bagno]

[hexxalite-hecate]

Oh no I started and now I can't stop

My Hawke babies 😭

(Carver my beloved)

Plus two flavours of dishevelment for my esteemed Anders enjoyers!

Ignore that Fenris and Merrill have the same tattoo ok I'm working with a slim palette

No headscarf or gold earrings for Isabela 😢 But I dig the septum ring??

Sebastian you can come too I guess. If you must

NPCs next or DAI companions??

[soul-siren]

In the event that the whole "left in the Fade" doesn't work out- which it probably won't- I hope Emmit got to see his sister and parents again in the end.

He was just so tired of everything.

[loustica-lucia]

DAII — 💙Hawke Family❤️

Malcolm, Carver Bethany, Leandra and Eleena Amell Hawke, Lothering 9:15 Dragon

When times were easier...😔

I missed drawing these dumbasses together ♥ Only Eleena and Carver made it, but the Hawke memories and love remains... 🥹

[blueberryblanket]

A strong family resemblance

Obviously buried deep in my Dragon Age feels. Do you ever think about Hawke alone in their manor, their own face a constant reminder of those they've lost?

[miraculan-draws]

All three Hawke siblings are bimbos, to Me. All of them. "Not Bethany, she's the smart one" NO get that bland-ass "responsible sister" shit OUTTA HERE! Malcolm and Leandra are careful and conniving, dare I say cunning to pull off all the shit they pulled off in Kirkwall. All three of their spawn are airheads who are occasionally stricken by the divine muse of genius, only for it to leave their bodies as the sun rises.

[forystr]

Do you have a personal design for the hawke family? If so I vote for you to draw that.

i haven't drawn da2 in so long,,,, my hawke siblings look something like this! of all my da protags, they all change the most !

[stealingpotatoes]

f!hawke and m!hawke are siblings. to me.

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[wylldebee]

Do you know what would've been fun in Inquisition? That if you had a world state where Hawke's living sibling that had ended-up as a Grey Warden were the one you met before the attack on the fortress, and you had to choose between them or your Hawke to leave behind in the Fade.

Doesn't matter what you'd choose as the end result will be the same: there would only be one Hawke family member left ln the world.

Doesn't that sound fun :)?

[haverdoodles]

family

— (hawke, bethany & carver)

[cadmosteeth]

I'm replaying DA2 with my main worldstate and I got to All That Remains. I'm discussing it with my partner cause it left me perplexed as to why does it feel so different.

First Hawke loses a sibling due to an ogre

Then potentially another due to the blight, but they can be somewhat saved by Hawke's POV,which is something positive

But what happens to Leandra. Is something else.

All circumstances of each loss are beyond brutal to live through and witness but somehow Leandra's hit more,my partner had put it in such a way that made it click.

Mindlessness of an ogre and a disease VS calculation of a person.

Even if Hawke blames themselves,with either sibling is a circumstance that cannot be controlled nor prevented. With Leandra it feels preventable,whole line of missions leading up to it. How if Hawke had more time,more clues,she'd still be there. Of course there are what ifs for the siblings as well but one could reach a sort of cathartic peace by accepting it was impossible to prevent. Same cannot be said about the loss of Leandra.

[lottiesnotebook]

Hiiii Happy DADWC!

Prompt from the angsty family list: “We’re the only family you have left!” for Hawke family!

- asexualtabris 💜

Oh I love the Hawke family so much. These tragic awful women who are not necessarily the best at loving each other, but are all the others have left... I hope you enjoy this little snippet about Bethany, I hope it's what you were hoping for!

Hawke Family, grief/mourning, angst, sibling relationships

@asexualtabris | @dadrunkwriting

never knew what it meant to be whole and free

Quarters are close, in the belly of the ship. They share a small cabin with two other families, and Aveline Vallen, the templar's wife who has somehow been folded into their little group, for all that Rhiannon can barely trust her and Bethany knows she is twitchy and fearful despite her best efforts to seem normal. Likely she'd be twitchy and fearful anyway - she's never been around so many people in her life before, let alone sleeping in a small room among them - but the presence of the widow Vallen, the Templar's wife who knows her greatest secret, her family's shame, does nothing to make things easier. Every time she looks up, she feels her pale green eyes fixed on her, and shrinks away from her gaze, raw and vulnerable as an exposed nerve.

All of her feels raw and vulnerable right now. All her life, Carver has stood between her and the world, a sword and steady shield to hide behind when she was shy, or afraid, or overwhelmed by a world far larger than the walls of their farmhouse. All her life, she's had her brother's shoulder to lean against, the support post to her clinging vine. All her life, she's been one half of a greater whole, and now she is alone, and her brother lies somewhere in the dirt outside Lothering, unburied, unmarked for who he was only a few days ago. Now she is alone, and it astonishes her that her lungs can still draw breath, that her heart can still beat when half of it is already gone.

From somewhere far away, she feels a hand on hers, her sister's body pressed close on the narrow bunk, hip-to-hip, shoulder-to-shoulder.

"I'm here, Bethy," she says, her voice thin and thready, insufficient. Always, she knows, Rhiannon has felt insufficient - a pale imitation of her father, of the daughter their mother wanted. Now, her presence is a reminder of Carver's absence - she's attempting to slot into the hole he has left in the world, though her shoulders will never be broad enough to fill it, her back never strong enough to carry the weight of them all.

She squeezes her hand back anyway, because it's all she can give her: "I know, Rhian."

"I won't leave again."

It's not a promise she will keep, Bethany already knows that. She's the family secret, the weight that crushed her father - her mother could have fetched a healer for him sooner, if she hadn't been so scared Bethany would be discovered. Her brother died charging into battle to shield her with his own body. Her mother… Leandra lies in the bunk above theirs, her face turned to the wall, pale and wasted as a ghost, too empty even to cry. Carver would know what to do, she thinks. Carver was always making Mother smile, with grubby bouquets of wildflowers, with sticky kisses pressed to her cheeks, with stories of adventures more mundane, less scandalous than Rhiannon's.

She does not know how to comfort her mother now, does not know how to reach her across the ocean of grief that lies between them. Grief for a twin, grief for a child, the severed ties of a blood and body once shared between the three of them. It should bring them closer - some of the families in the hold with them cling to each other, drink in each other's faces, say do you remember, do you remember as if retreading the paths of the dead will bring back their shades from across the veil. Instead, she is on one desert island, her mother on another, and her sister…

Rhiannon is not her sword, her steady shield. Rhiannon is not the pole around which she's grown her whole life. If Rhiannon is anything, she's a ship on the black water, sailing back and forth between their islands, trying her best to rescue them despite the darkness that surrounds them all. She brings them both the thin gruel that's all the refugees are fed, tells them nonsense stories of moving islands and mermaids, or true ones of quarrels between the crew or mischief the children on the ship have gotten into, curls up on their bunks and holds them when they weep. She says many things, in the hold, in the dark, but what Bethany remembers is something she murmurs to their mother, in the depths of the night, when she is pretending to sleep.

"Please don't go. We're the only family you have left."

Those are the words she hears, when she gives herself up to the Circle, when she and her mother and Gamlen are reduced to begging for scraps at the neighbours' door while her sister lies somewhere in the Deep Roads.

She cannot tell her you left me first. She isn't quite that cruel.